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The winds of the winter are nearing, Summer is over and gone,

We and the autumn are sering,

Now must we leave thee alone.

Good bye, tree!

Never again shall we rest

On the branch that so bravely upbore us, Where the bird of the wood had her nest And carolled in happiness o'er us.

Good bye, tree!

For ever good bye! for in vain

The winter to summer shall turn, The birds of the wood come again;

But we we shall never return!

he Autumn Storm.

GEORGIC I. 316-335.

FT have I seen, when now the hind
Leads forth the reaper to the grain,
And 'gins himself the ears to bind

In fragile bonds, secure of bane,
The wind's fell hosts in war's array
Meet in the skies and sweep away
The farmer's toil, the laden fruits,
And whirl them upward from the roots;
So fierce the wintry storms arise
And drive the stubble through the skies.
The storm-cloud columns move apace
And all the front of heaven deface:
Then roll in volumes from the main
The blackening deluges of rain-

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Good bye, tree!

All naked thy branches and bare

Shall wave in the storm-covered sky
Alone, for we shall not be there
To shiver in sympathy.

Good bye, tree!

But ere the wind waft us away,

O bend down thy shadow to cheer us! Round it we'll flutter and play,

And so shall we feel thou art near us.

Dear old tree!

O leave us not wholly bereft

When the wind whistles over the hill;

For only the shadow is left,

But fondly we cling to it still!

A. c.

TRINITY COLL., Oxford.

he Autumn Storm.

GEORGIC I. 316-335.

FT have I seen, when now the hind
Leads forth the reaper to the grain,
And 'gins himself the ears to bind

In fragile bonds, secure of bane,
The wind's fell hosts in war's array
Meet in the skies and sweep away
The farmer's toil, the laden fruits,
And whirl them upward from the roots;
So fierce the wintry storms arise
And drive the stubble through the skies.
The storm-cloud columns move apace
And all the front of heaven deface:
Then roll in volumes from the main
The blackening deluges of rain-

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